melodiesoflife | Cleaning Up the Town

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Cleaning Up the Town

WHO: Rukia Kuchiki, OPEN
WHAT: Rukia returns from Esdham, dons her Ghostbuster job, and starts pursuing ALL OF THE GHOSTS.
WHEN: October 11th - 30th (not the 15th, 19th, or the 27th, since those are event days)
WHERE: Aqures Ixen and the neighboring areas
NOTES: Rukia will be on the move nearly non-stop. The later you encounter her, the more tired she'll be. That said, you don't HAVE to tag in to fight a ghost; grabbing generic CR with her somewhere along the way is also perfectly acceptable.

Scenario A: Return From Esdham

The airship's propellers had scarcely begun to slow when Rukia, clinging anxiously to the ship's railing, spotted Chappopo making a beeline straight toward her. She'd received word that a new job had been shifted into their crystals that would actually allow them to fight ghosts, and the news had been electrifying. It had been called a 'Ghostbuster' job. The title may have been different, but Rukia was convinced that this would be the job that perfectly mirrored her shinigami abilities. It would be wonderful to have her spiritual senses restored. Perhaps she'd regain her flash step as well!

"Chappopo!" she shouted, taking the crystal out of her robe.

"Rukia!"

Not wasting any time, Rukia threw the crystal to her partner. While she'd very much wanted to keep pursuing the Ninja job a bit longer, she had a feeling Red Mage would give her more versatility just in case she ran into anything that wasn't ghost related. She'd promised to investigate those sewers, after all. Besides, if she turned back into a shinigami, that would be close enough to being a ninja. "Switch out the Ninja job! Now!"

"Got it!" Chappopo saluted, and concentrated her willpower on adjusting the jobs that Rukia had equipped. The shinigami didn't wait for the gangplank to be lowered. Planting her hand on the railing, Rukia vaulted over the edge. A soft glow of light enveloped her as the job switch took effect, illuminating her clothes into a shroud of pure white. She would land elegantly, she knew, holding Sode no Shirayuki in her grasp once more. Landing nimbly, the glow turned into a sharp burst of light...

...And she was in a baggy navy blue jumpsuit with red trim, wearing thick rubber boots, holding a particle beam thrower in her hands.

"...This isn't what I had in mind," she grumbled flatly.

"Me either," Chappopo confessed. As small as Rukia was, she looked like she was practically drowning in that jumpsuit.

She blew out a sigh. "No matter." It may not have been the most fashionable job, but it would allow her to do her work, and that was what was important. After taking a few moments to examine her equipment, the PKE meter she held in her hands suddenly lit up, displaying a small dot on the screen.

Smiling triumphantly, Rukia lifted her head. "Yosh... There's one nearby. Let's get it!" The meter wasn't all that dissimilar to the equipment she'd used to track Hollows when stuck in a gigai. Adapting to this job would surely take no time at all.

Scenario B: Early Ghost Hunting Days (First Week)

[In the hours and days that follow the job switch from Ninja to Ghostbuster, it's incredibly likely that anyone could find Rukia darting through the streets, following a flashing PKE meter, or catch sight of bright bursts of light through the windows of half-ruined buildings where she's tracked down a spook and gone for the capture.]

[Those who know her will see that she's actually...really happy. Determined, yes. Focused, very much so. But the look of pure, undisguised delight on her face can't be missed when she holds up another smoking ghost trap. It doesn't matter if she's smeared with slime or covered in dust. She's doing what she once did (mostly), and it makes her feel whole again.]

[Or, perhaps, you run into the ghost before you run into Rukia. Whether you were looking for it, or it came looking for you, she will find you to lend a hand in driving off any vengeful spirits threatening the peace.]

Scenario C: Later Ghost Hunting Days (Second and Third Weeks)

Rukia's dark eyes studied the PKE meter, and she frowned. There was definitely a spirit somewhere around here, but it was choosing to hide itself. She couldn't get a lock on it. The carpenter assigned to work on restoring the houses destroyed by the Imperial attack had nearly lost his life, assaulted by his own tools just because he'd been hoping to get a little overtime.

If she had to guess by the behavior of the spirit, it was likely to be a Hue. Someone who had died in the attack? Possibly.

With a quiet sound of frustration, she put the meter away and raised her dark light, slowly sweeping it through the gutted home. The halo of pale purple light trembled as it swept slowly over singed curtains and rubble-dusted furniture. Odd... Rukia's gaze shifted momentarily to her hand and realized it was shaking.

Maybe she was more tired than she realized. It had been at least 24 hours since she last rested, and that was only a brief nap she'd stolen during the short trip from Aqures Ixen to Balicea. She couldn't remember the last time she'd stopped to eat anything.

It was impossible to consider her physical needs now, though. She had a job to do. Once it was finished, she'd go pick up something from a restaurant and rest for a few hours...just like she'd said she would do with all of the previous jobs, just before another specter popped up on her PKE meter. There was always one more ghost.

A broken chair hurtled toward Rukia's head. Her breath caught in her throat as she ducked and rolled to the side, dropping the light in favor of her particle thrower. She blasted the chair as it clattered to the floor, but whatever had possessed it had retreated once more, patiently waiting.

"Tch..." Rukia grit her teeth. That had almost got her. She would have to be more vigilant.

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[Walking over to the couch, D gently deposited Rukia on its cushions. Then he grabbed a folded, nearby blanket and place it over her. D looked over his shoulder.]

Hot tea would be nice. Thank you.

[It had been a short distance, but somewhere along the way, Rukia had drifted off, her head lolling into D's chest. She'd meant to stay awake long enough just to toss something down to appease her empty stomach, but once he started walking, the gentle rhythm lulled her to sleep.]

[She scarcely stirs as she's transferred to the touch, other than a faint sigh of comfort once the blanket covered her weary body.]

[D looked back down at Rukia's sleeping form.] She must be exhausted. How long had she been fighting without a break?

[Yuffie looks up trying to do math in her head.]

Probably not since she got back from her test. She's been spazing about dead things and ghosts and it being her duty just before leaving.

[The tea doesn't take long and it's something that Yuffie has a lot of practice making. She passes a steaming cup to D and then places one in front of Rukia's sleeping form. With that done she steps back into the kitchen and begins making fried rice. Besides peanut butter it's what's here so she hopes it's okay.]

[Taking the proffered cup, D took a few sips, rolling the warm liguid along his tongue. He sat on a a chair next to the couch and watched Rukia.]

Even I worked on this since coming back from my tests. Yet, you need to know when to break.

[Yuffie just shrugs, she's used to not taking breaks and can understand where Rukia's coming from on that end. Sometimes it's better to just fight and sort out your thoughts later.

The rice comes together quickly and Yuffie makes three plates, not really caring if D doesn't want any. She sets one in front of him and then Rukia. Before getting to her own she lightly taps Rukia on the shoulder.]

You need to eat, hey. Just wake up for that and then you can go back to sleep.

[Yuffie will offer her bed though she'll just wait until Rukia's asleep and then as D to carry her to her room. It's probably easier that way.]

[Rukia awakes with a start, her hand flying toward her back in a blind fumble for the proton pack. ...Wait, there's no ghost. She blinks at Yuffie blearily, disoriented, before her senses start to come back to her. Something smells delicious.]

Hah...?

[She looks at D, then at Yuffie, then at the plate of fried rice. She sucks in her lower lip, fingers curling toward her palm, and then slowly sits up to bow her head in humble gratitude.]

Th...thank you for the meal.

[Rubbing briefly at her brow, Rukia slides the heavy pack off of her shoulders to let it rest against the couch. Her legs swing over the side, and she discards her boots as well before she finally allows herself to take the plate. Despite how she's completely ravenous, she eats slowly and politely.]

[D quietly tucked into the plate he was given. It wasn't blood but it did still feel good. He would let Yuffie handle waking and feeding Rukia until he was needed.

No doubt once they figured out all the neccessities about the night, they would go back to questioning his presence during the Shifter.]

Edited 2015-10-13 14:10 (UTC)

[Yuffie leans back when she flails, knowing full well the force of limbs when someone is just waking up.]

Whoa!

[When Rukia's settled she giggles softly, sitting on the back of the couch with practiced ease. Her tea balancing on the side of her boot and her plate in her hand.]

Rukia why not sleep in my room tonight? It's like two feet down the hall.

[She points towards the small hallway. Somehow she feels bad about moving Rukia without her concent.]

[D just listened softly, eating and waiting until he might be needed.]

This is delicious.

[Maybe hunger is the best seasoning, but she doesn't think her empty stomach has rendered a biased opinion. It's hearty and filling, and she doesn't intend to leave a single grain on the plate. She looks up at Yuffie, blinking at her offer. She turns her head, looking down the hallway. It is very tempting, but...]

...I have not showered.

[She might stink up the bed with the smell of her sweat and whatever ectoplasm has dried on her jumpsuit.]

The couch is sufficient. But I thank you for your generosity.

[Yuffie shrugs.]

I usually goes unused and I do have a shower.

[She says the last part as if it's assumed what she means. She has a shower, Rukia can use it. In fact Rukia can probably fit into Yuffie's clothes if she wants to change. It's weird being around someone her own size.

Yuffie grabs the tea balancing on her shoe and gulps it down before quickly finishing her own rice. She never liked spending a lot of time eating.]

[Everything was finished; food and tea. D stretched his legs out a bit, trying to relieve the kinks asking his spine. And he waited for a decision to be made. This was between Yuffie and Rukia, he had no opinion in this matter.]

[Rukia's head stays turned toward the hallway. She must really be thinking hard about that shower! Or...wait... No, she fell asleep sitting up, and her spoon is hanging out of her mouth. At least she ate all of her food.]

[Yuffie is going to carefully take the spoon from Rukia's mouth and then push the poor girl into a laying down position. Before doing dishes she'll toss the blanket back on her.

Seems like she lost the bed argument.

With a sigh she turns to D.]

You wanna sleep over too?

[How annoyed would Vincent get to come home and find them all sleeping in the family room?]

[It was late but D loved the night. Still, resting wouldn't be a bad idea. Even if it was for one hour.]

If you want, I can carry her into the bed. I'm sure you would rather sleeping next to Rukia than myself. Out if you want, I can leave. The choice is yours.

[Yuffie just waves a hand.]

You can take the bed. I'll be awake for a little while reading.

[She doesn't sleep until the sun comes up and only then for a few hours.]

Only for a bit I guess. Are you alright? The night was intense for the both of you.

[D slid both his cloak and hat off revealing skin tight leather clothing beneath that accented his muscular build. He might not have all his original clothing from his world but he was able to acquire similar items in this world. Finding an unused, discarded coat rack, he draped both cloak and hat on it.]

I'm fine.

[Yuffie hasn't slept in the dark for months and it's a far deeper issue than just dealing with ghosts. Ghosts she can handle. The princess grabs a book from a shelve and then drapes herself over the small fair chair. It doesn't look all that comfortable but it looks like a position she's sat it a lot.]

Oh, yeah. My door's on the left.

[Please ignore the large blue stain on the floor in front of her door.]

[Instead of moving to the bedroom, D began to investigate the house, not in a nosy way but inquisitive. He didn't move anything, possibly just stared out the window and any paintings that might the on the wall. He found a bookshelf that caught his attention as he scanned the various titles. Truth was, he wasn't too comfortable sleeping in someone else's need, especially a woman's. That was Yuffie's private sanctuary. Nothing to trifle with.]

[Yuffie doesn't really care. She doesn't often use her room and if he were to step inside he'd wonder if anyone lived there at all. She's used to keeping her possessions on her and it's a habit she's never really broken. The house is pretty sparse too, with both of its occupants often out.

There is a book shelf with a lot of romance novels and adventure novels on it. Some may or may not contain Vampires.]

[D chuckled under his breath at some of the titles and the backs of the books.]

You really do like vampires, Yuffie.

[Yuffie peeks up from her book.]

I guess, half of those are Ophelia's. They're for story time.

[Take that as you will because Yuffie's eyes are back on the text written across the page. Because of Ophelia she's started to really like Vampires but she can't really say that to an actual vampire.]

[D slid out a book and moved back to his chair. Cracking it open, he began to read, a low chuckle here and there from the current page. Sleep could wait.]

Edited 2015-10-14 13:51 (UTC)

[They are all fantastic books but some are more ridiculous than others and a few with rather lewd scenes in them. The one Yuffie's currently reading is about a Vampire who's been kidnapped by another clan in a place that would be described as Rome.

If Yuffie knew what Rome was. Her eyes peek over her text at D with each giggle.]

What's so funny?

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